12-01-2009, 07:43 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tropic.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:25px;"> -pets pretty Gotham avatar- :O The silver-furred werewolf had never seen the innards of a building quite this old, and he was eager to explore its every crevice, as were his companions, it seemed. The silver-furred werewolf nodded and grinned broadly, tramping off after his companions. The sable-furred wolf paused once more, and Rurik peered curiously at her, squinting at the mechanism she was using to light the candle. "Good idea, mademoiselle. Light will be useful," he said with a nod, though he dug in his pocket for his lighter. "This might be easier, though," he suggested gently, flaring up one a candle for himself and grabbing it from the holder. He held it at an angle to keep the wax from dripping over his hand, and held it out for Angelique to light her own so they could continue on into the deeper bowels of the castle. Stepping forward, the Russian werewolf took the lead position, feeling the need to be somewhat protective of both the younger canine and the woman, if only for the fact that he was armed. Rurik was well aware that women could kick ass on their own and a hell of a lot of them didn't need defending, but old habits died hard, and Rurik felt responsible for making sure everybody was safe. He held out his candle into the dim shadows of the hallway, peering forward with his brilliant blue eyes. "Watch your steps," he called to his companions, taking his own rather gingerly, carefully, peering at the stairway in front of him with his elevated candle, held before him almost like a wand. He was glad the other werewolf had decided to light their way; without these they'd surely be almost blind. |